Lyrics:
the day was over you just had to say
You said man it's just one of those days
My day started off kind of cool
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
the top citizens like sleazy bops
And greedy cops, fuck it, I just need some crops
That calm me when I smoke 'em, some food for my tummy
A roof over my head
mastermind then PhD
My schemes are credible
So the rhymes may not be detectable
Over heads, they go and fall on deaf ears
The buzz I made's beyond lightyears
and bop?
Lifes fucked, but I keep my head up
But also duck like a side scroller
My plans tighter, than the joint my thot's rolling
While we roll over
It was
listening
She sees Kyla in the car
She rushes right over and she puts her in her arms
Kyla still asleep, Kiera wakes her up calm
Shiro tried to stop her
a hop
Yung N.U. in the flesh making bops
Out in LA doing shows
I ain't talking about Rico or Milli, but these haters ain't prepared for my Nasty Flo
On my
sold
Was feeling timid so got the blackberry bold
I hide my tears by smiling and rhyming
In hopes that one day I'll
Retire on an island
I feel over
My click is in it til it's over, never sober
Bustin' over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover
Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with
favourite. Now, music television was released over in the
United States before we got it on cable or satellite which is now happening in England. And uh, this
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
and my niggas tilt heads
I tell them break a leg
I ain't talking show biz
I talking your kids, I make them show ribs
My gun so big it take his whole head
the heat dispose Of the beef flowing so Sweet By taste
I don't want a flock watching over me for that statement, Get ready to migrate
And feast your ears
gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
sadity her out my face
You say yo bitch a dime but it's okay she ain't a ten to me
Love these fast lul cars and these bops and yes tend to me
Ain't no
She take my money, when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Ooh she's a gold digger, way over time
That digs on me
(She give me
blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except for my patent shoes
I make them shine
Well most the time
Except the other day my feet were trotting on by
bitch in the back
Pull her over now lil bitch on my lap
Heh
Pop the cap pop off the lid
Pop a bean
P-p-pouring up a 5th
Popping all this shit
Your bitch
and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I've kicked more people in the head than I have made a friend
I never learned
no days off. I’m hungry. I’m a glutton (Greedy)
Car salesmen saw my post by snoop. Now they rap all of sudden (They tripping)
Got em all rapping like
fuckers
Just un-canned
Unplanned
On command
Yeah you know we riding in the south west
We taking over
Some young niggas on a conquest
Stay the fuck out my
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
to the store we need ice
Feed the projects
Some little kids we feed twice
Strictly Boar's Head meat
Cornbread and sweet potato's
In the river park
Nothing but
passing up hazards
Stand to the standard
I'm Larry the Cable Guy on a farm that's
Bouta harvest
All the garbage
That you brought in
You my target
And
I'ma
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